Friday, October 22, 2010

You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,find another city better than this one.Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrongand my heart lies buried as though it were something dead.How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?Wherever I turn, wherever I happen to look,I see the black ruins of my life, here,where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed then totally.”

You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.This city will always pursue you. You will walkthe same streets, grow old in the same neighborhoods,will turn gray in these same housesYou will always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:there is no ship for you, there is no road.As you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,you’ve destroyed it everywhere else in the world.